Yet another Fablehaven oneshot. This one takes place in the little cave Raxtus took Kendra into after they defeated Navarog (I never liked Gavin). Basically I'm just elaborating on what kept Kendra up when she was trying to get to sleep, from her point of view (though it's basically just what I would be thinking).
His wing draped over me like a blanket, and I stopped shivering. He was warm.
I found myself thinking about Gavin…or, should I say, Navarog. Such a traitor. I had liked him! I shuddered at the thought. And Seth had said he had liked me back. If he hadn't, and he had lied to my brother, then he would have been choked, right?
For a moment, the thought made me warm inside. Gavin had liked me, genuinely liked me! But then I pictured that terrifying black dragon, which had murdered Dougan, and almost killed Mara and myself. I thought of how much went into stopping the plague he had created…and I wanted to throw up. That monstrosity had had genuine interest in me? Not only was he a dragon, he was a demon!
I tried to focus my mind away from the thought, looking up at my protector in the dim light only I could see. Raxtus had to be the nicest dragon I'd ever met. Of course, he was ridiculed for it, but…but there was no reason he should be. He had killed Navarog!
And he was such a sweetie. I doubted his 'human' form was as ridiculous as he had told me it was. But so what if it was true? What did I care what he looked like? Why, he was so nice and so thoughtful, so hurt and misunderstood…he acted like twice the man Gavin had ever pretended to be.
I shuddered as I thought of the traitor again, and I think I could see Raxtus peek at me through a squinted eye as his wing pulled me slightly closer to his body.
My smile was a relief to my face. I wanted to giggle right then, I was so happy, but I don't know why. Hadn't I just been thinking about the single most depressing, horrifying, shocking thing I had ever encountered in my life?
Here with Raxtus I could forget all that. I found myself wishing he would never turn on me, taking comfort in the belief that such a sweetheart never could, and drifting to sleep under his protective wing.